Breadcrumb Trail Songtext
von The Buried Beds

She′s been breaking pencil points
And dropping all her coins
Falling apart

He can't find the man he was
He′s looked in all his drawers
But all he finds

Are hearts filed under B for broke
Photographs and treasure maps where X belongs to her
And I think he'll try
Cut off his legs so he can fly

And we don't know if we belong
If mother taught us wrong
Oh how she tried

And we, we built a house of hay
And now it′s blown away
We′re all alone


With hearts filed under B for broke
Photographs and treasure maps where X belongs to her
And I think he'll try
Cut off his legs so he can fly
Ba ba ba

We can′t find our way, our breadcrumb trail is all that's left of us
We can′t find our way, our breadcrumb trail is all that's left of us
We can′t find our way, our breadcrumb trail is all that's left of us
We can't find our way, our breadcrumb trail is all that′s left of us
(We can′t find our way, our breadcrumb trail is all that's left of us)
I′ve got a ticket to bring us home
And I've got a ticket to bring us home
And I′ve got a ticket to bring us home
Ba ba ba
(We can't find our way, our breadcrumb trail is all that′s left of us)

I
I hide behind a man
He moves my mouth and hands